“Behold, a people rises like a lioness,And as a lion it lifts itself;It will not lie down until it devours the prey,And drinks the blood of the slain.”

“The lion perishes for lack of prey,And the whelps of the lioness are scattered.

Its roaring is like a lioness, and it roars like young lions;It growls as it seizes the preyAnd carries it off with no one to deliver it.

The oracle concerning the beasts of the Negev.Through a land of distress and anguish,From where come lioness and lion, viper and flying serpent,They carry their riches on the backs of young donkeysAnd their treasures on camels’ humps,To a people who cannot profit them;

and say,‘What was your mother?A lioness among lions!She lay down among young lions,She reared her cubs.

I will encounter them like a bear robbed of her cubs,And I will tear open their chests;There I will also devour them like a lioness,As a wild beast would tear them.

For a nation has invaded my land,Mighty and without number;Its teeth are the teeth of a lion,And it has the fangs of a lioness.

Where is the den of the lionsAnd the feeding place of the young lions,Where the lion, lioness and lion’s cub prowled,With nothing to disturb them?